The late afternoon light that falls on the earth this time of year makes ordinary things appear magical. When I saw this glowing palm frond, I grabbed my camera. I kept thinking, there should be a poem to accompany this... it really needs a poem...But the more I looked at it the more I realized that it was a poem. All by itself.
6 comments:
This is indeed beautiful, and needs no words.
A Mozart wig perhaps?
Fantastic. It is definitely a poem.
I know, I know. It IS poetry...
But why not anyway?
afternoon captures
the air between
the floating curls.
Mark Twain's mustache?
It's a gorgeous shot, Laurie.
Hi everyone,
Oleg, Oleg, Oleg... thanks. I knew I could count on you!
And thanks too, everyone. Until next time.
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